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The Untold Story

             The untold story of life..You would be wondering as to what the untold story of life is. No one knows about it. It gives no clue. Just a second and BOOM..

Yes, you guessed it right. It undoubtedly is Death. People are afraid of death. Not because they are worried of dying or losing themselves. But because they are afraid of losing their near and dear ones. Death is an untold story because everyone knows that they are going to die sooner or later but when the D-day comes, they lose their endurance power.

It is too hard a fact to be digested that you have lost someone. The fact that the person you loved and cared for all your life has lost its identity and become only a body. The fact that whatsoever you do is not going to bring him back to life. The fact that no matter how hard you try to shake him, call him, yell at him, he is not going to respond or show any movement

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Death is something I feel very hard to deal with. I have witnessed quite a number at a very small age. It shook me badly from within. I became vulnerable and in literal terms i was shattered.

I was actually astound with the fact that how can  a person who is your lifeline suddenly exit from your life. The care and warmth of a relationship which had been there since so long can just end in a fraction of seconds. Well, that is how life is supposed to be I guess. Unfair and irrational.

Gradually, with the passage of time I became more clearer with the concept of life and death. I found out that death relieves a soul ultimately. It is destined to happen. The soul as we say has found its place of rest. The only thing that comes to our rescue in that hard moment is the faith in God.

It is said- Time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.


When I am not busy scribbling and sketching away on little pieces on paper, I am found cozying on my recliner enjoying movies and cartoons. A dreamer and an artist, I am in love with all things beautiful. Prefer Bukowski and Gulzar over Shakespeare and Tagore. And nights over daytime. Anti-social and friendly in the same breath. Desperately trying to bring being nice in vogue. This blog is an itinerary of a girl amidst the cacophony of metropolitan life facing the struggles & unexpected surprises that life offers.

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